The door burst open, and a man and a woman rushed in. The woman came to my side, her hands reaching for me, her voice soft and soothing, but I didn’t want comfort. I wanted answers.
“Where is she?” I sobbed, my voice breaking as tears spilled down my face. “Where is my daughter?”
The man’s voice was sharp and commanding. “Calm down.”
I barely registered him as I continued to cry, my body shaking uncontrollably. But then his voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
“If you don’t calm down, I will return you to the place we found you.”
I froze.
My breath hitched, my fingers curling into the thin hospital blanket. That place. The abandoned house. The field. The night I gave birth. My child—gone. The agony clawed at my chest, but his threat made me pause. Whoever this man was, he had the power to send me back to the nightmare I had barely escaped.
I swallowed hard, forcing my breath to slow, though the sobs still wracked my body. My hands trembled as I clutched the fabric of my hospital gown. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Help me find my child.”
The man’s sharp gaze didn’t waver, but after a tense moment, he nodded. “We will, but you need to calm down first.”